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Date Posted: 17:36:33 12/09/02 Mon
Author: Rabid, huddled under a heap of Shippervillians...
Subject:

Pitter...Pit...Pat...Patter...ptttpitter-patter...pit-pat-pit-PATTERPITTERPATTER-Pitter-pat-pat-patter-pitter!
In reply to: Kande's Sis 's message, "Suddenly the Klub erupts" on 07:02:11 12/09/02 Mon

The horrible sound of raining rodent carcesses gradually trickles off to an occasional...pitter! The dazed Shippervillian's slowly untangle themselves and climb unsteadily to their collective feet.

"Uhgh!" Kande says, wiping charred rodent bits from her hair.

KS resists the urge to dance around and shriek as any sudden movement will crush a dozen tiny bodies underfoot.

"What happened?" Rabid bleats.

"That combed-over idiot blew up my new car!" the Mayor responds, going straight to the point. "And now it's raining rodents thanks to his testosterone overload. Someone get me Eugene Toomes, at animal control."

"But Mayor, you demoted Toomes after the Poodle incident," Stardoe reminds, "I think we are going to have to take care of this ourselves."

"And when you say 'WE'...I know you mean, YOU," Kenamom snaps. "I have pressing Mayor business to attend to."

"It's okay, Mayor," IG calls, as she flips her cellphone closed, "I've just taken care of everything."

"Everything?" KS asks, her snide tone indicating serious doubt. But IG nods happily and points up the road. The gathered Shippervillian's turn to see three figures striding purposefully toward them, backlit by the beam from a police helicopter that, having dropped the three figures off, is rising again into the air.

"What in the wide world of sports?" Kande exclaims.

"You CAN NOT be serious?" KM yelps, turning to glare at IG. "I won't stand for this...not in MY town..."

"This may be YOUR TOWN," the lead figure of the newcomers announces, "But it's MY crime scene. Nobody touch anything. Catherine, Nick, secure those witnesses. I want these bodies numbered and bagged. Not one whisker out of place, people. And somebody get me Dr. Scully on the cellphone...we're going to need a few thousand autopsies, pronto."

"You're off network, pal!" KM shouts, "I'll have your badge for this."

"Check your facts, Your Mayorness," Grissom returns. "You don't have the clout to pull a badge. You're in syndication hell...and you'll take whatever combination of shows FX sticks you with..."

"But...but..." Kande pouts, "You can't even ACT!"

"HUH?" Grissom says, cupping his hand behind one ear.

Suddenly, a scream rings out. All eyes turn to Rabid as she screams again, "MY BABIES! TWO OF MY BABIES ARE MISSING!"

As the Librarian frantically counts the remaining slugs in her bag...1...2...3...ARRRGHHHH!, the Shippervillian's scan their surroundings for small slug-like critters. But, while nobody comes right out and says so...there is little to distinguish one of the Rabid Quintet from a charred rodent carcess. The gathered Shippervillian's look for a bit of wiggle in the surrounding area, even as Nick and Catherine force them into the Klub for questioning.

Rabid/Raeann
returning to the Shipperville fold...nobody find those slugs...I have a plan...

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Replies:

It will be impossible to find those slugs -- Kande's Sis Yay! Rabid's back, 07:04:28 12/10/02 Tue
- "Gloves, people!" Grissom orders. -- kande, 04:35:15 12/12/02 Thu
  - Maybe. Maybe not. -- Kande's Sis, attempting to look modest and failing., 16:43:45 12/12/02 Thu
    - Rabid is seated at a corner table, feet curled up under her, skirt modestly tucked about her knees, quietly reading KS's book while turmoil rages in the Klub -- Rabid, sighing and uncapping her RED pen, 10:12:43 12/18/02 Wed
      - I have no idea what she's talking about -- Kande's Sis yelps, 10:38:59 12/20/02 Fri
        As Bubba brings KS a blender, he suddenly stops. -- kande, 02:59:17 12/24/02 Tue
        "Of Course....Christmas is the Socks Season" -- kenamom, ready for the big fat man in the red coat, 08:27:44 12/24/02 Tue
        And by the way.,.. -- Kande's Sis walks over to Kande's eensy pile, 11:56:17 12/24/02 Tue
        "This is the Worst Case Scenario!" kande wails. -- kande, 10:16:31 12/27/02 Fri
        "I go first" -- km picks the red man and grabs the dice with dainty fingers., 19:15:50 12/27/02 Fri
        Rabid points a quivering finger at the window -- Kande's Sis, 09:25:53 12/28/02 Sat